Depression, black dog, go back to hell
From whence you came, I’m not your kin
I’ve fought you off before, and I will again
I’m stronger than you, you’re just a stain
I’m not going to let you win this time
I’m going to fight back with all my might
I’m going to take back my life, it’s mine
I decide my own destiny, not you
So go away, depression, and never return
I’m done with you, I’m moving on
I’m going to live my life to the fullest
And nothing is going to stop me, not even you.
Fuck the beast, that is you, to hell you go.
2 responses to “Not crappy poem #9”
I like that you have some fight in you.
Yup. Its working too